Most recently, they were seen strolling through the streets of New York City’s Soho neighborhood Monday. “They hang out and they are friends.” Duff, 28, finalized her divorce from former hockey pro Mike Comrie, 35, in February. A rep for Duff would not comment on her personal life.
October had just stumbled into November, and cuddle season sneakily crept up on my ex-boyfriend Brian* and me.
We were tucked away under his bedsheets in his bedroom, my safe place. What Brian was about to say, though, wouldn’t only forever change the way I felt about being in his bed.
It’d forever change the way I feel about myself.“What do we have here?
The pair, whose relationship has evolved in recent months, have been spotted together on many occasions. “He’s her trainer and they hang out,” the spy said.
News the blond starlet has been “casually dating” her personal trainer Jason Walsh.
“You could definitely tighten these up a bit.”My body went from generating heat to growing completely cold. I think they’re fine,” I said, sinking deeper and deeper into the covers.“What kills me is you’re so close,” he continued. I can transform you.”In an attempt to not succumb to my vulnerability — and instead fight back with wit — I grabbed at the thin layer of flesh on his thigh, hoping to make apoint. Good sex in the bedroom, beautiful man candy on your arm and having a boyfriend who’s skilled in manual labor are just some of the pros.But the truth was, he hardly had any fat on his leg, so I just looked stupid. He’d assemble pieces of furniture for me, so I’d overlook his general douchebaggery.He was more-or-less with maintaining his all-around perfect body. When I say he’s perfect everywhere, I mean everywhere — as in an advertisement agency once wrapped his penis in clay to use as a dildo model. He’d peg me as the laziest, flabbiest, most undetermined human on the planet, and I’d nod in acquiescence, like a bobblehead doll incapable of independent thinking. Like any girl who’s ever existed, I have insecurities.One day in the life of Sheena could mean feeling fantabulous in my A-line mini, but another day could mean a refusal to leave my apartment because the pair of jeans I’m wearing make me feel too fat to be seen by the world. I used to look at this picture and think, “that’s a nice-looking girl.” When I look at it now, I see the six-pack I don’t have. And I don’t see the sculpted-to-a-T arms I worship on Women’s Health magazine covers.
Did I forget to mention Brian is a certified personal trainer? Hearing put-downs from the perfect piece of man meat lying next to me wasn’t exactly how I envisioned that particular night going. But the cons were some of the biggest points of contention in our relationship.
He had this insatiable affinity for the gym — both for feeling his best, but also for looking his best — while I was never too crazy about it (except to meet dudes). He’d often send me “inspirational” photos, like ones of this famous Instagram model (whom I still follow religiously).